I turned my head back stiffly, pretending not to understand.
Captian let out a low laugh. He didn't tease me further. Instead, he lifted the glass of red wine to my lips.
"Drink another sip."
I looked at the wine in the glass, then at him, feeling as if his earlier question whether it felt good had just been a hallucination.
I forced down the lingering fear in my chest.
"Can I… not drink?"
I blinked my big eyes, my gaze watery, innocent like a helpless little deer.
Too cute.
Too dangerously enchanting.
I could almost hear him silently curse that to himself as he finally gave up on the idea of pouring more wine into me. When I saw him put the glass down, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
If I got drunk, wouldn't that mean this man could do whatever he wanted with me?
Terrifying.
When we left the club, Captian was already tipsy, his whole body soft and heavy as he leaned against me. I didn't want to support him at all, but after what had just happened inside the club, I truly felt like he had been venting anger on my behalf. That made me feel a little moved, so I forced myself to endure the reeking alcohol and helped him back.
But he was heavy.
I struggled to half-carry, half-drag him into the villa's living room. The moment I saw Nanny Alley, my eyes lit up.
Save me!
"Nanny Alley, President Anderson is drunk. Please help him back to his room!"
"Huh? How did he drink this much?"
She walked over, about to reach for his arm but the look in his eyes made her flinch back. There was something predatory there, like he could tear someone apart.
"Let her do it," Captian rasped. His voice was hoarse, but his mind was still very clear.
Nanny Alley instantly pulled back her hand and looked at me helplessly.
"Miss Bailey, I'll entrust the president to you. He really needs you."
My eyes widened.
Needs me, my ass!
I was a weak, pitiful girl. If I took this drunken devil back to his room—especially considering everything he'd already done the danger level for me would be off the charts.
I blinked pitifully, hoping Nanny Alley would take pity on me so I could escape. But she completely ignored my pleading gaze and said coldly:
"Miss Bailey, please help President Anderson upstairs."
My face darkened. I had no choice but to resign myself to escorting him back.
This was my first time entering his bedroom. The entire room was pitch-black, oppressive and gloomy, vicious and cold just like him. It pressed down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. It felt less like a bedroom and more like a demon's lair.
I drew in a deep breath. I just wanted to deal with him as quickly as possible and get out of this horrifying place.
I grabbed his shoulders and used all my strength to push him down onto the bed.
Just then, his thin lips parted. His breath, thick with alcohol, brushed my ear.
"Take me to the bathroom."
Heat and the smell of liquor wrapped around my senses. My heart trembled. I really did not want to escort him anywhere near a bathroom.
"President Anderson, you've had a lot to drink. You shouldn't shower now, it's easy to get sick. You should rest first."
I practically tried to shove him into the mattress.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes. Those black pupils locked directly onto me.
"Dirty…"
A chill ran through me.
Drunk and he still had the energy to complain about feeling dirty seemed like he really did have a cleanliness obsession.
I couldn't break free from his grip. In the end, I had to accept my fate and help him into the bathroom.
He lay in the tub steadily, and I worried he'd start taking his clothes off, so I blurted,
"President Anderson, please take your time bathing. I'm going to step out now."
He narrowed his eyes and grabbed my wrist.
"Run the water."
His palm was burning hot, and his grip was inhumanly strong. I gave up struggling and obediently turned the water on for him.
The temperature was just right. Before long, his thin dress shirt was soaked, clinging to him and outlining every line of his body.
I glanced over and immediately felt my eyes sting.
He leaned back against the edge of the tub, eyes closed. Maybe because he'd drunk too much, his breathing was heavier than usual. His normally pale face was tinged with pink, making him look sinfully enticing in a way that was hard to describe.
Too bad I was in no mood to appreciate that. I just wanted to escape.
"President Anderson, the water is ready. I'll go now…"
I tried to pull away, but I still couldn't shake off his hand.
What was he planning?
"Help me undress…"
He cracked an eye open, looking lazy and predatory, like a lounging panther.
My teeth sank into my lip.
"Undress… what?"
He pointed at his shirt.
I glanced at it and felt my knees weaken.
He actually wanted me to take his shirt off.
"President Anderson, let me ask Nanny Alley to come and help you."
Instinctively, I turned to flee the bathroom but his hand tightened around my wrist, making it impossible to break free.
"If you want Nanny Alley to die, then go ahead and call her," he said, his tone icy, almost cruel.
I froze.
This man really was a devil.
Even though I wasn't especially close to Nanny Alley, I couldn't drag her into danger over something like this.
So I obediently stepped back toward him and started to unbutton his shirt.
I wasn't experienced at serving others, and my guard was up around him, so my fingers trembled as they reached for the buttons. In my nervousness, I accidentally brushed against his arm.
I tried to pull my hand back, but at that moment, he opened his eyes fully staring straight at me with a scorching gaze.
Like he was about to devour me.
"President Anderson?" I whispered, my voice soft and sweet.
He finally lost control.
He surged forward and kissed me.
The kiss was wild, like a beast tearing into its prey.
My breath was stolen from me in an instant. Panic and terror surged up from deep in my soul. My eyes flew open, and I shook uncontrollably.
I was terrified.
I wanted to run.
Someone… save me.
"Captian, let me go, let me go..."
I struggled desperately, trying to push him away. I was shaking so hard it took me ages just to force out a coherent sentence.
"You're my bride. Whatever I do to you is justified."
He looked at me, violence and cruelty blazing in his eyes, terrifying enough to shatter someone's mind.
My body trembled. I stared at him like I was staring at a demon.
He narrowed his eyes, the brutality around him intensifying.
"You don't want this?"
"No. I don't. I absolutely do not…"
I ground my teeth, despair flooding every inch of my expression.
"Tell me, how can a woman who doesn't even have a marriage certificate be your bride?"
He frowned and fell silent for a long moment, but his hands continued roaming across my body.
Disgust churned in my stomach. Revulsion darkened my gaze, and I didn't bother hiding it.
"President Anderson, don't make me hate you."
Captian's lips pressed into a thin line. Maybe it was the alcohol, but his eyes grew darker and darker, like a beast baring its fangs.
"Even if you hate me, you're still my woman."
He smiled cruelly and pinned both my wrists with one hand.
"This time, you're not getting another chance to hit that nerve point of mine."
My heart dropped.
He knew.
He knew about that.
He'd figured out that I'd struck a vulnerable nerve cluster on him before.
My face turned deathly pale.
"Captian, you're shameless!"